The battlefield lay in ruins, death looming in every corner. Every Avenger had fallen, their valiant efforts in vain.
Thanos' army had been decimated, with only Thanos, Proxima Midnight, Ebony Maw, and Evil Gamora remaining.
Wanda, donning her Scarlet Witch costume, appeared disheveled, her hair matted, her face smeared with dirt. Her outfit concealed her entire body except for her face and neck.
Taking cover behind a large boulder, Wanda glanced back, where Spider-Man's lifeless body lay. His suit had been torn apart at his groin, exposing his sizable flaccid penis and testicles.
Wanda had never expected Peter to possess such a well-endowed dick. If he were still alive, Wanda might have contemplated asking him out, despite her commitment to Vision.
A feeble voice called out, "Wanda."
Wanda turned to her right and spotted Carol Danvers in her Captain Marvel swimsuit costume, gravely injured. "Wanda, come here," Carol weakly beckoned.
Wanda cautiously crept toward Carol. "Thank goodness you're still alive," Wanda whispered.
Carol coughed, her condition worsening. "Not for much longer."
Emotions welled up in Wanda. "I can't face Thanos alone," she admitted.
Carol replied, "Thanos isn't truly formidable unless he possesses the Reality Stone."
Wanda confided, "I have it in my possession."
Carol nodded. "Good. Handle it with care."
Wanda inquired anxiously, "I can still save you."
Carol shook her head. "It's too late for me. But you can save humanity."
Wanda pressed, "How?"
Carol explained, "My titties, they're not ordinary. If you extract all the milk from them, my breast size will merge with yours, doubling your power. But remember, there will be consequences for your suit whenever you use this enhanced power."
Wanda questioned in disbelief, "You can't be serious."
Carol insisted, "Hurry, or if I die, my milk will turn into poison."
Wanda didn't waste time. She lowered Carol's vest, exposing her perfect breasts in a black bra.
Carol urged, "Tear it apart, quickly!"
Wanda didn't hesitate; her fingers moved deftly, tearing apart Carol's black bra, liberating her breasts with a subtle bounce. She then applied gentle pressure to Carol's right breast, sealing her lips around the supple flesh, and started a rhythmic suction, making sure not a single drop was wasted.
Carol weakly moaned, "Yes, that's it... take it all."
Wanda reluctantly disconnected her lips, asking, "Are you enjoying this?"
Carol admitted, "I may be dying, but I've never had a beautiful woman suck on my breasts before."
Wanda, her determination unwavering, locked onto Carol's right breast with an even firmer grip. Her lips embraced the soft mound with a heightened sense of purpose, intensifying her sucking rhythm. Gradually, she drew out every last drop of milk, ensuring not a drop remained.
Carol, her gaze fixed on Wanda's relentless efforts, tugged Wanda closer. As they lay together, she guided Wanda to rest on top of her. Their lips met, and Carol kissed Wanda with a fervor, licking the lingering traces of her own milk on Wanda's lips.
Wanda gently pulled away, concerned, "Carol!"
Carol responded with a sly smile, "Just wanted to see how your lips tasted before I die."
Wanda replied, "I don't have time for this. I can't keep hiding behind this boulder. Thanos will find me."
Carol suggested, "Then suck the left one... and could you at least give me an orgasm?"
Wanda firmly stated, "Carol, I'm not a lesbo."
Wanda felt compelled to fulfill the dying woman's request.
Wanda looked around frantically, saw the dead body of Groot, and then she made a strange choice.
She plucked his dick.
Wanda hesitated, aware that this was an unusual request. "Might feel rough."
Carol corrected her, "No, Groot's dick is made of smooth wood."
Wanda, still baffled, asked, "How did you..."